While I am feeling fairly sluggish, I otherwise feel perfect.
This is the first day of the return to normalcy after four days chock full of nerd joy-gasms.
Frankly, I’m having trouble readjusting.
I am so glad that I finally went. I swore I wouldn’t let anything stop me this year, even my own initial misgivings of the trip.
Guevarararara and I do very well on road trips. We always talk for the entire duration of the drive, and these long chats always serve to further cement our certainty that we’re soul mates. I’ve noticed that we always start off with trivial things, gossip and the like, or catching up with things since we don’t see each other much. Then we move on to religion, the media, art, movies, music, education, health care, education, etcetera. I’ve always had the best conversations with that guy. He is very easy to talk to, and I am extremely grateful.
Comic-Con was everything I imagined it to be. Not only did I feel ridiculously at home, but I also did not mind the massive crowds of nerds and geeks, although some of them certainly smelled as if they hadn’t washed themselves in months. And a few of my fellow volunteers were ridiculously irksome, primarily because it seemed to me that, as they were not accustomed to being in control, they exploited the very limited amount of authority bestowed upon them as convention volunteers. Mostly, they were rude and overzealous during their duties.
Other than those minor issues, it was fantastic. I met several writers, actors and artists I revere. My favorite panel by far was the “Spotlight on Neil Gaiman.” It was him and a room full of perhaps a thousand fans. He shared a few anecdotes, then opened up the panel for questions. He was witty, charming and inspirational. Everything I imagined he would be.
One thing he said left an indelible impression: He does not believe in writer’s block, the woeful affliction that seemingly strikes every writer at some point or another. He said it is more like we get stuck, and rather than trudge through the muck and drudgery, we choose to call it “writer’s block” and move on to some other task in the meantime. Human beings are very good at doing things other than what they are supposed to be doing. Writing is a lot of work, and takes a great deal of dedication and determination, and “writer’s block” is merely a convenient euphemism we use to disguise our own insecurities.
A POX ON AP STYLE!
Apparently, the new edition of the Associated Press style book has a completely absurd revision.
Editor in chief is now editor-in-chief!
Why? Why is it suddenly correct to use hyphens?